#28

The entry starts off with a photo; glued to the pages. It depicts what appears to be a temple, legion ships in the sky and finally Azeroth in the background. 

Her writing is a little shakey; as though writing in fear.




I uh- I was stopped in the Bluffs by some people looking all tough and strong, on their way to the Orgrimmar.  We exchanged friendly nods and that honestly would have been the last of it had someone not asked where I was going. They asked, “You! Are you heading to Argus?” They pointed to that thing in the sky.

I politely explained I was not - That I was going back to Stormheim to meet with my fellow. After all, Miss Rushala explained not everything demands our attentions - that some things can be left in the hands of others. To trust others. Besides - I needed to meet with Miss Rhedin and discuss what she required of me - tribe relations. I might have to move my trading to Mulgore. I need to talk to Routledge about that. He.. might not like that. Anyhow -

Well apparently that was not the appropriate answer. They hooted at me, clapped me on the back and shoved me towards the flight master, saying “All hands are needed! The Earthmother shines on her warriors!”

I might have ended up on some boat in Orgrimmar that ended up on the weird side of Kalimdor talking to a blue people with hooves. Dray-nees I think they said they were? Well. We went in to their city and - a lot of this happened too fast for me - there were some lights, shouting - and I was on another boat and suddenly on that freaky green thing in the sky. My party left me behind, sadly.

I did see Rakahu - but we were separated - why does he lick everything? We made friends (??) with some little rat.. thing? It followed Rakahu and I, and seemed to help us in our fights with these demon things. I guess it wants to stay.

Ok so I mean, I’m terrified here. I ache to be home with my mate (we’re mates right? Supposed I should find out. We’re a permanent arrangement - but I wonder at the terms. Mates seems fitting. I’ll have to ask him what he prefers.)

So while I am scared of this place, everything I am hearing is that this is a final stand. I’m trying to take my time and do what I can for these drey-nees; and for our home.